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He Xianzhi thought about it again and realized that it was normal for Zhou Wanfu to be a bit dim-witted, otherwise how could he have fallen for the trap?

“You bought it for one tael per pound and then sold it for one tael and five mace per pound, making a net profit of half. How is that too expensive for you?” He Xianzhi said.

He Xianzhi was certain that Zhou Wanfu didn't have that much money, so the deal was bound to fall through.

“But you’re selling it for 100 coins a pound now?” Zhou Wanfu said.

“What’s the necessary connection between me selling the grain to the city folks for 100 coins a pound and selling it to you for 1 ounce a pound? Besides, it’s not like you can’t make money if you take the grain. Do you think making half is too little? Do you have to make ten times the amount?” He Xianzhi asked coldly.

“Isn’t it more profitable for me to buy it for 200 coins per catty than for you to sell it for 100 coins per catty?” Zhou Wanfu retorted.

He Xianzhi took another sip of tea but did not answer.

She has already addressed this issue.

She didn't want to repeat herself.

“I’m also in the grain business. The price of grain is 1.5 taels per jin these days. But Manager He is cutting off my source of income by selling grain like this,” Zhou Wanfu said.

“To tell you the truth, this batch of grain was purchased by the He family last year, when the price was only ten coins per pound. Old grain is never as valuable as new grain, and we were worried about this batch becoming unsellable. Now that we have the opportunity to sell it for one hundred coins, we've already made a tenfold profit,” He Xianzhi said.

Zhou Wanfu looked anxious.

“Why can’t I explain this to Manager He? The current price of grain is one and a half taels per jin. If you sell it at the market price, whether it’s new or old rice, you can make a hundred times the profit. That way, it won’t affect my business,” Zhou Wanfu said anxiously.

“How much I sell it for per kilogram is my business, and I don’t need your permission,” He Xianzhi said coldly.

Zhou Wanfu was already furious. He Xianzhi's refusal to back down was clearly a provocation.

However, He Xianzhi had more grain than him, so he certainly had the capability.

"No room for discussion?" Zhou Wanfu asked.

“I have said everything I need to say, Master Zhou, please leave.” He Xianzhi gave him the order to leave.

"Farewell."

Zhou Wanfu flicked his sleeves, got up, and left.

He wanted to see how long He Xianzhi's million catties of grain could last.

Zhou Wanfu did not want to confront He Xianzhi head-on. He originally planned to wait until He Xianzhi sold all one million catties of grain before continuing to sell grain.

With so many people in Luyang County, even if Jubao Pavilion had a million catties of grain, how long could it sell them all?

However, for three consecutive days, the grain business at Jubao Pavilion remained booming, showing no signs of decline.

Moreover, Jubao Pavilion is continuously replenishing the warehouse with grain.

People used to be able to get into the market, but now if you arrive late, you can't even squeeze through the market gate.

"Father, once everyone in the city has bought enough grain, we might not be able to sell our grain this year," Zhou Feng said anxiously.

"You said that Jubao Pavilion has stockpiled so much grain, and suddenly it's all being sold off all at once. Could it be that the chaotic world is about to end?" Zhou Wanfu asked doubtfully.

He has been thinking about this issue for the past few days. It is very obvious that He Xianzhi is targeting him.

But he had no past grudges or recent feuds with He Xianzhi, so He Xianzhi must have her reasons.

Once the chaos ends, the price of rice will surely return to normal levels in a very short time.

At that time, let alone 100 coins a pound of grain, even 20 coins a pound might not be enough to attract buyers.

The He family is a top-tier conglomerate, and the information channels they control are completely inaccessible to landlords like Zhou Wanfu.

He felt his guess was very likely: He wanted to sell off the grain he had stockpiled as soon as possible before the chaos ended.

He could no longer hoard the hundreds of thousands of kilograms of grain he had.

The only way to maximize profits is to sell now.

“We’ll also open our granaries and sell grain. They sell it for 100 coins a pound, and we’ll sell it for 95 coins a pound. Isn’t she trying to go against us? Let’s see who can beat whom!” Zhou Wanfu made up his mind.

"When will we start selling grain?" Zhou Feng asked.

"We'll sell it at noon today. Go and get the grain out of the granary right away."

"I'll go."

Zhouji Rice Shop immediately took action, with about ten stores reopening to sell grain.

At first, there weren't many people in front of Zhou's Rice Shop; everyone was at the market.

But as someone passed by Zhouji Rice Shop and saw the sign at the entrance, they immediately stopped.

"Today's grain price is 95 wen per jin for rice."

"Ninety-five coins? Isn't that cheaper than Jubao Pavilion? Really?"

"The signboard is already up, how could it be fake?"

When rice prices dropped, millet and wheat, which are cheaper than rice, also saw price reductions.

Those who happened to pass by Zhouji Rice Shop and learned that the grain prices were cheap were the first to take advantage of the bargain and bought a lot of grain.

The news spread quickly.

"The grain sold at Zhou's Rice Shop is cheaper than that sold at Jubao Pavilion, everyone hurry up and grab it!"

"Really? Zhou's Rice Shop is cheaper than Jubao Pavilion?"

"Whether it's true or not, we'll find out when we get there. Anyway, we can't squeeze into the market."

"That's true, let's go take a look first."

Many people who had been crowding outside the market went to Zhouji Rice Shop and found that the rumors were true; the grain at Zhouji Rice Shop was indeed cheaper than that at Jubao Pavilion.

Everyone found it unbelievable.

Everyone in the city knew exactly who Zhou Wanfu was.

The reason why grain prices in Luyang County have risen so high is entirely due to Zhou Wanfu's insatiable greed.

No one could have predicted that the price of grain would suddenly drop below 100 wen per jin.

As a result, people who originally wanted to buy grain from Jubao Pavilion all went to Zhouji Rice Shop to buy grain instead.

Zhouji has more than a dozen shops, which helps to disperse foot traffic.

The number of people in the market suddenly decreased by more than half.

Now, the entrance to Zhouji Rice Shop was completely surrounded by a crowd.

"See? It's done." Li Mu smiled faintly.

"Brother, you were absolutely right. Zhou Wanfu really is a fool." Li Ertie thought to himself with a hint of delight.

He actually outsmarted Zhou Wanfu, this powerful landlord.

Li Mu checked the system shop, found the grain price, and sure enough, it had dropped.

Inside the Treasure Pavilion, He Xianzhi didn't even leave the room, yet he knew that Zhou Wanfu had completely taken the bait.

These past few days, there have been almost no real customers who have been able to buy food at Jubao Pavilion; it's just a matter of transferring money from one hand to the other.

Those who buy grain at Zhouji Rice Shop now are people who truly need it.

"Xiao Lan, the price of rice will drop again tomorrow, to eighty wen per jin," He Xianzhi said.

He Xianzhi had no idea what Zhou Wanfu was imagining. Anyway, since he wanted to compete on price, He Xianzhi wasn't intimidated at all.